• Home gone like the wind,
    Gushing blood fills my hands as they touch my head,
    A crackle and a snap friends are gone,
    The world is dead,
    I fall over in shame,
    I could have done something,
    Maybe even save the world it not my friends,
    Wishing to wake up and find it a dream,
    I fall over again,
    Crying out my soul and mind,
    The world whirls and twirls before I black out again,
    From my heart you make seek,
    From my heart you will die,
    Blood pulses from my beating heart,
    Pulsing for the hold of true love,
    For true friendship.